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bunna (can) - vixen lyrics

[intro]
(keystone)
pop out the car and start bl!ckin’
[?] hit his shoulder and tripped him
4 a.m. f+ckin’ on this vixen
n+ggas start runnin’ and duckin’, they pop out the car and start bl!ckin’
[?] hit his shoulder and tripped him

[chorus]
n+ggas start runnin’ and duckin’, they pop out the car and start bl!ckin’
[?] hit his shoulder and tripped him
4 a.m. f+ckin’ on this vixen
my phone line [?], my junkies are cussin’ me out for the work i was missin’
ratio and hydro what i’m sippin’
it’s celine [?] i be drippin’
i think my chauffer know i’ve been stuffin’ the bids in his whip but he standin’ on business
i just poured a four in the two litre, i’m hittin’ the meter but no i ain’t slippin’
while his head all down in his phone, we got in so close, he looked up thеn we blitzed him
get thе lo’ on a opp, if he run i chase, where you goin’? you know i can’t miss this

[verse]
she [?] on the snap, askin’ where i’m at ’cause she know i don’t miss it
he on range, he know i won’t miss him
i’m on range with my shank and i’m twistin’
no, i just reminisce how he was slippin’
hit up the same, thinkin’ it be different
high out his head if he think i’ma brick it
way out her brain if she think i’ma trick it
turnt off the casa migos so i kissed her
i hit n+ggas [?]
n+ggas be hatin’ when they not in the picture
always slippin’, that’s why he got hit
went out like the worst way, could not imagine
model b+tches in [?] doin’ back flips
she got [?] felt like she catfish
all of my b+tches come miami packaged
[chorus]
n+ggas start runnin’ and duckin’, they pop out the car and start bl!ckin’
[?] hit his shoulder and tripped him
4 a.m. f+ckin’ on this vixen
my phone line [?], my junkies are cussin’ me out for the work i was missin’
ratio and hydro what i’m sippin’
it’s celine [?] i be drippin’
i think my chauffer know i’ve been stuffin’ the bids in his whip but he standin’ on business
i just poured a four in the two litre, i’m hittin’ the meter but no i ain’t slippin’
while his head all down in his phone, we got in so close, he looked up then we blitzed him
get the lo’ on a opp, if he run i chase, where you goin’? you know i can’t miss this
n+ggas start runnin’ and duckin’, they pop out the car and start bl!ckin’
[?] hit his shoulder and tripped him
4 a.m. f+ckin’ on this vixen
my phone line [?], my junkies are cussin’ me out for the work i was missin’
ratio and hydro what i’m sippin’
it’s celine [?] i be drippin’
i think my chauffer know i’ve been stuffin’ the bids in his whip but he standin’ on business
i just poured a four in the two litre, i’m hittin’ the meter but no i ain’t slippin’
while his head all down in his phone, we got in so close, he looked up then we blitzed him
get the lo’ on a opp, if he run i chase, where you goin’? you know i can’t miss this

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